. Last laugh on the last laugh. Who laughs last, before the well runs dry Take a look at the real world. Take a look at the real world Waking up to the rat race. The fast pace, consumer friendly smiles
No!. No sun on the horizon. And I need to know. How the light goes on. It's so numb. On the tip of my tongue. And I need to know. How the fight goes on One more round (one more round). Give
together softer than your fingers on my skin. Someday these may be all we remember of each other. Please don't tell me how the story ends. Never's just theecho of forever. Lonesome as the love that
Begin the day with a friendly voice,. A companion unobtrusive. Plays that song that's so elusive. And the magic music makes your morning mood. . Off on your way, hit the open road,. There is
fields so many men were killed. I can hear their cries still echo through these hills. That was a time when the angels came. Walking all alone in the Southern rain. And the angels came down to the fallen
Trapped in autumn, buried beneath the leaves. To theecho of the summer softly weeping. Sinking further in this sanguinary sea. Painting pain with pastels through her cemetery eyes. . Chorus
Trapped in autumn, buried beneath the leaves. To theecho of the summer softly weeping. Sinking further in this sanguinary sea. Painting pain with pastels through her cemetery eyes. . Chorus